There are many things I don’t know as yet,
But I do know that in you lies my friend.
No warning, that our lives were to be met,
It does nay matter how they come to blend.
A poet is she with a sense of rhyme,
Her verse gentle as a fairy’s love kiss.
Many an hour spent reading her words chime,
Fast becoming a favoured poet sis.
A mug of tea and a biccy we share,
As an evening spent in our natter box.
Then to our sleep knowing someone does care,
No secret I think this poet girl rocks.
Any idea my friend? You know it’s you,
There can only be one poet called Sue.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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